Don Stugots
03-30-2006, 08:16 PM
This post is for anyone that has lost someone close to them. This is for anyone that had to watch someone that they love wilt away right in front of their eyes and could do nothing to help.
If this post is incohernant babble or deamed to be inappropriate for this message board, then I offer my most sincerest apologizes.
Tell your loved ones that you love them. Peace in the streets.
On Monday my Grandmother, Grammy, went to the hospital with a terrible pain in her lower back. At 1.00 am my Mom left her in her room and she was upbeat, happy, feeling better, laughing. At 6.30 am Tuesday, my Mom gets a call from the hospital saying that Grammy had 2 seziures and is now non-responsive.
When I got there at 12.30 PM Tuesday, she was out for 6 hours in a coma. i started to ask questions and I was shocked that they knew nothing.
Now, tonight (Thursday), she is still in her coma or altered state of conscienceness as they hospital people feel more comfortable saying. She is now getting worse. Her kidneys are failing, she has developed phnemonia, she needed to have a blood line put in to get her blood pressure back to a normal. Plus the reason she had the back pain, bacterial meningitus thourgh out her spine and a possible heart attack. Needless to say that it doenst look good at all. If she does wake up there is no way to know what shape she will be in.
The best is they still dont know why or how this happened. They will not say why she is in her coma. All they will say is when visiting hours are up so that we can leave. Well tonight the secuirty guard got a little piece of my mind. I told him that when he sees me or my family in the room crying, saying a prayer, combing Grammy's hair it would be in his best interestes to just keep walking since I am in no mood for his rules. As far as he needs to know that when he sees me just think about the theme song to Laverne and Shirley "give us any rule we'll break it", and take his rules and shove em striaght up his ass or to try to toss me into hospital jail. He then apologized for his rudeness.
But now my family and I are faced with the fact that Grammy is not going to come home (barring a miracle). I knew one day that this would come to pass, since it is a part of life. You always think there is time. There will always be time. There will be one more day. You take the days for granted. You take the chances that you get to see or to talk to the people that you care about for granted. You dont mean to do it, you just do it, it is a part of life.
I love my Grammy. She helpes my mom raise my sister and me. She always told us right from wrong. She covered for me when I put a dent in the car, or came in late. She would always make me something to eat if I came home from work too late. She was just there when we needed her. She will never be forgotten by any of us, and she will always be loved. Words cannot express how much she means to me.
It is times like these you put things in prespective in your life. Does the mindless and endless pursuit for material items matter? Does the size of my truck matter? Is a big truck like mine necessary for everyday life? Does it matter what people think? Does the square footage of my apartment or house matter? Does it matter how big our wedding is? Does matter when or if we have kids? The answer to these questions are all NO.
None of those things really matter in the grand scheme of things. What matters is finding what makes you happy and going with it. Wheather it is music, your own business, music, comedy, etc. Do it with all the passion that you can muster. But, do it for yourself and not to please others or to compete wit others.
I pray tonigth that tomorrow morning when I go back to the hospital I will see Grammy sitting up in her bed smiling. I know that it is not possible, but I will pray for it anyway. I love you Grammy to me, your other grandkids, and your great-grandkids, you were the best and we will miss you more than you will know.
If this post is incohernant babble or deamed to be inappropriate for this message board, then I offer my most sincerest apologizes.
Tell your loved ones that you love them. Peace in the streets.
On Monday my Grandmother, Grammy, went to the hospital with a terrible pain in her lower back. At 1.00 am my Mom left her in her room and she was upbeat, happy, feeling better, laughing. At 6.30 am Tuesday, my Mom gets a call from the hospital saying that Grammy had 2 seziures and is now non-responsive.
When I got there at 12.30 PM Tuesday, she was out for 6 hours in a coma. i started to ask questions and I was shocked that they knew nothing.
Now, tonight (Thursday), she is still in her coma or altered state of conscienceness as they hospital people feel more comfortable saying. She is now getting worse. Her kidneys are failing, she has developed phnemonia, she needed to have a blood line put in to get her blood pressure back to a normal. Plus the reason she had the back pain, bacterial meningitus thourgh out her spine and a possible heart attack. Needless to say that it doenst look good at all. If she does wake up there is no way to know what shape she will be in.
The best is they still dont know why or how this happened. They will not say why she is in her coma. All they will say is when visiting hours are up so that we can leave. Well tonight the secuirty guard got a little piece of my mind. I told him that when he sees me or my family in the room crying, saying a prayer, combing Grammy's hair it would be in his best interestes to just keep walking since I am in no mood for his rules. As far as he needs to know that when he sees me just think about the theme song to Laverne and Shirley "give us any rule we'll break it", and take his rules and shove em striaght up his ass or to try to toss me into hospital jail. He then apologized for his rudeness.
But now my family and I are faced with the fact that Grammy is not going to come home (barring a miracle). I knew one day that this would come to pass, since it is a part of life. You always think there is time. There will always be time. There will be one more day. You take the days for granted. You take the chances that you get to see or to talk to the people that you care about for granted. You dont mean to do it, you just do it, it is a part of life.
I love my Grammy. She helpes my mom raise my sister and me. She always told us right from wrong. She covered for me when I put a dent in the car, or came in late. She would always make me something to eat if I came home from work too late. She was just there when we needed her. She will never be forgotten by any of us, and she will always be loved. Words cannot express how much she means to me.
It is times like these you put things in prespective in your life. Does the mindless and endless pursuit for material items matter? Does the size of my truck matter? Is a big truck like mine necessary for everyday life? Does it matter what people think? Does the square footage of my apartment or house matter? Does it matter how big our wedding is? Does matter when or if we have kids? The answer to these questions are all NO.
None of those things really matter in the grand scheme of things. What matters is finding what makes you happy and going with it. Wheather it is music, your own business, music, comedy, etc. Do it with all the passion that you can muster. But, do it for yourself and not to please others or to compete wit others.
I pray tonigth that tomorrow morning when I go back to the hospital I will see Grammy sitting up in her bed smiling. I know that it is not possible, but I will pray for it anyway. I love you Grammy to me, your other grandkids, and your great-grandkids, you were the best and we will miss you more than you will know.